The Pale Door
The wind cuts. It is a cold wind. It bites through wool. It chews at stone. You walk. You must walk. The path is narrow. It is steep. It is old. The stones are worn smooth by centuries of feet. Your feet ache. Your boots are heavy. They are caked in mud. They are heavy with the weight of the past. You carry a sword. It is a longsword. It is straight. It is sharp. It is cold. It is the only...
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